K&S
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No Place Like Home

From Lira: I really mean that. So far, only one of the places I’ve visited has felt like it could become home, and I can’t seem to get back to my original home (that little sojourn with the sky pirate notwithstanding). That was the Island of Callisto, where I met a really nice lady called Continue reading
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Kvit Dreams

From Gwyneth: It’s funny. I don’t seem to be able to write much about my time in Callisto as it is. And it’s not that stuff isn’t happening: It’s wonderful to spend so much concentrated time with Nathaniel when we’ve both been so busy for so long, and I’ve met many interesting folks and even Continue reading
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Is this a lark, or a lapse?

From Lira: I was able to mop some tech from one of the libraries, so I am now outfitted with an old iPhone 14, a decent pair of over-ear headphones, and an iPad with a keyboard. Don’t know why I grabbed the iPad except that it was there, and it had a keyboard and nobody Continue reading
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Things Change. Things Do The Other Thing, Too.

From Lira: Look. I didn’t ask to get dropped out of a portal transfer from the Great Fantasy Faire and into this weird place the locals called The Space Between. I didn’t. And you know the worst part? It was awful. Like, full of things that bit you. And everybody said you could never get Continue reading
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The Dark

From Gwyneth: Look. I think I told you earlier that The Author is going through it a bit. Now, sometimes her moods and life situations don’t affect me all that much. I guess it depends on how world-shaking the whole experience is. But this one, well. The upshot is she’s in such a funk she Continue reading
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On the Wind
There’s something about a cloudless night. Or that’s how it seems. I recall my (human) father always referring to a moon covered with clouds as a ghostly galleon, after the Alfred Noyes poem. And maybe we don’t associate a clear night with magic, or omens, or stories. Maybe. Maybe we don’t. But I felt something. Continue reading
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Early Passage
When the barley harvest ends our AugustEven if the wind stays just where it is An interior axis tilts to northAnd whether or not it is measurably there Created crispness salts the air and mistsOur memories with bonfires and woodsmoke. And so I’ll take the early passageEven if the weather turnsEven if the summer holdsA Continue reading
About Me
Narrators Gwyneth, The Amazing Catwoman, Friðrós, Davi, and whoever else springs out of The Author’s head, live in the parallel universe of Second Life. You can read their stories here, or just scroll down to see what Gwyneth was wearing when she wrote it.
Gwen Enchanted is a story blogger, a fantasy fashion blogger, and a thoughtful in-world photographer.
Caution: contains poetry.















